Sunday, March 20, 2011

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Garfield Was Assassinated



  Apparently it is bad luck to name your mixer after a guy who got assassinated.  My mixer is dead.  The assassin was probably Classic Whole Wheat.  After mourning the loss of our dear friend, it was time to get to work.  My mom and I hand-kneaded over 40 loaves last week.  It was horrific.  I needed a new machine, one nothing like Garfield.

Garfield was a professional-style mixer with high wattage and large flour capacity, but right away we noticed that Garfield wasn’t much better than my mom’s old little mixer.  Why?  Poor gears.  The gears strip out with heavy usage.  The motor overheating was a problem.  Mr. Mustache needed something that could grind the grain, not some pretty boy that was all talk. 


Meet the Norris.




Norris never gets overheated.  He is so calm people look him and immediately forget what anger is.  Norris has better torque.  He can do a 360 backspin that can blow your socks off.   Norris means business.   Nobody messes with the Norris, not even Classic Whole Wheat.